I found this internet guy named Terry Davis, and even if I understood nothing he was speaking on, I’d still sit and listen to him talk.
Brilliant, sad, schizophrenic.
Legit Schizo.
A computer coder with quite the imagination, tragic, laughing at jokes no one could hear, talking to God.
It’s sadness, his story played out into sadness, no success, rapidly declining mental state, eventually homeless, shooting rambling videos and posting them to the internet.
Sad guy.
Threw himself in front of a train.
Crumbled in on himself.
But while his was well, the sparks just flew off this guy., you could see it in his eyes and the way he moved his hands.
It’s way too sad, too sad that such a smart fella coulda ended up there.
If I had my way?
He’d be well.
Maybe not living the life of prosperity , but at least be well and doing what he loved.
I’m not even 25% as sharp as that dude, at anything, never was and never will be.
His story bums me out.
He seemed like a nice guy, even if he said foul shit during mental episodes,,,, I dunno.
He seemed like a good hearted guy.
And you couldn’t even say that life trampled him, it was more like he trampled himself.
That genetic defect,maybe. The bugs in his bloodline won in the end and he just couldn’t do it anymore.
We all feel anger from time to time.
There are times when bitterness seems like a reasonable response to whatever stimuli is coming our way.
So couple anger with a brain defect?
A very real glitch in a person’s “flight or fight”?
Terrible.
Madness Trumps brilliance sometimes,
Madness and sadness are only one letter apart, and Terry Davis had quite the imagination.
It could be argued that he pointed his focus in the wrong direction.He didn’t apply the other skills in his noggin to anything useful.
But man, what an imagination. ANd technical know-how.
That story bums me out ,and I hope that whatever is real, I hope he found some peace, hope that the RPM’s in his mind finally settled to a comfortable level.
(Death)
No, I’m not getting hung up on death,,again,, just thinking about an odd dude. I’m pretty attracted to the odd.
He seemed like an odd one.
Nice guy though.
A dude with a universe of possibility in his head..
But I didn’t know him, I just found his story. And we couldn’t be further apart.
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I like playing with the idea of reincarnation and past lives, just for fun. I don’t believe it even though Buddhists do.
What if….
What if there’s a finite number of mentally ill people (what we call mentally ill) ,and at any given point in time, there is a specific number of mentally ill on the planet. Leaving and returning over and over.
Odd balls,
Strange ducks,
Whack-a-loons.
What if this same group was constantly traveling through time?
Their spirit would show itself inside of different hosts,, and they’d come to tell us things. At times seeming random to the rest of us,, but to them?
Very specific.
This certain person had to be observed at this exact time. Then they die. Then they move off to another time period, in another place.
This one group of the crazy, coming around and dancing,,,telling us things…
Expand that to the creative.
The legends.
The greats.
The real artists.
Motherfuckers that make you feel something and think about things.
Just a small handful, hitchhiking through history.
The same group of souls, churned out again and again for different purposes..
I don’t believe this concept I’m talking about,, I just like it.
Doesn’t seem quite as crazy as Armageddon, the Apocalypse or prophecy,,,,
ANd you’d have to suspend disbelief , because of like,,,”the soul”
It’s a neat idea though.
Maybe Terry Davis will be back someday..And all the other people that tried to tell us wonderful things about how we should probably behave.
How to like, not hate and kill each other.
How to fucketh thy neighbor, etc etc etc.
Imagination is the best.
dawn 